I mean I’m not horticulturist but I’m thinking the leaves are not supposed to look like death.

I sprayed them in haste with a Fungicide when I discovered the issue.By “in haste” I mean in the middle of the day, in the hot, hot, sun and the Fungicide burned the leaves.I wasn’t thinking clearly.I plead. . . . .it was my children’s fault.

And my hydrangeas have it too.Though, not as bad.

And I miss my mom.And my sister.And it’s hot.

And I’ve been thinking a lot about them lately. And about gardening, so I decided that I was going to make myself feel better and plant some stuff in my garden to remind me of them. And summertime with them when I was a kid, visiting my Papa in Louisiana.

He had beautiful white hydrangea bushes that lined his wooden porch.

I really should have waited to make this purchase until Friday, because my family is on a very strict budget.

But sometimes, a flower can remind you of everything that is good and wonderful.And when you walk into Home Depot and see that very flower (Ever blooming Hydrangea) on sale for SIX DOLLARS and 98 CENTS, you just have to throw caution to the wind. And then throw some more baby cucumber plants for $2.98 into your buggy as well, because your wild and reckless. And have powdery mildew running amuk.

And then, not tell your husband.Not yet anyway.Because he’s the crazy lug that moved me/you here.And so by default, it’s ALL his fault.

Even though, truth be told, you/me love this town you/me live in.Even though he is the most wonderful crazy nut you/me ever laid our eyes on.And even though his seed is what gave you/me these nut kids that make my heart sing.And he probably won’t care anyway, because he’s wonderful like that.

Still don’t tell him.Because to tell him might possibly lead to a a headache on top of all this other nonsense.Plus he reads my/your blog.He’ll find out then.

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First, I think I’m gonna need a drink.I so deserve it.

A nice red. Graffigna Centenario Malbec Reserve 2010.Warm and oaky, it fills the mouth with flavors of plum and anise. I call it fat fruit. It makes your mouth explode in a fruity flavors, though its not sweet, and quite spicy. Overall, smooth and quite nice.

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